Duke cursed and pushed Marge hard, using her as a human shield in front of him, moving step by step towards the door.
He was afraid that John would directly penetrate him with Heat Vision, so he blocked Marge at the front.
The sound of boots stopped.
John stepped into Diner and stood less than five meters away from the two of them.
Those blue eyes just stared at this farce quietly.
"If you don't let me leave, I'll throw the potion away now!"
Duke turned his head and stared at John. The veins on his right hand holding the box were bulging, "No one can get it!"
John still stood there without speaking, not even raising his eyebrows.
Marge's tears finally slid down her cheeks and dripped on the back of Duke's hand that was holding her neck.
"Duke..."
Marge sobbed in his throat and even his shoulders were shaking, "Why do you have to..."
"Shut up!"
Duke interrupted her roughly, and the fingers stuck on her neck tightened suddenly, causing Marge to cough violently, "If you dare to say another word, I will smash the box, and none of us will be able to survive by then!"
He strangled Marge tightly and slowly approached in the direction of John.
Four meters.
Three meters.
One meter.
John just stood there with no intention of giving way.
Just when the two of them were less than half a meter away from John.
Duke's figure suddenly froze, and he made an action that surprised everyone.
His right hand holding the box suddenly moved forward and forced the lock box into Marge's arms.
But because his pushing movements were so violent, from an outsider's perspective, it looked like Marge was desperately trying to snatch the box away from him.
The moment the box changed hands, Duke completely lost his chips and the shield of Marge.
His whole body was completely exposed to John's sight.
As long as John is willing, he can disembowel him with one punch by raising his hand.
Duke obviously knows this too.
He let go of Marge's neck, let out a roar, raised his fist and actively punched John's cheek.
But just when his fist was still two inches away from the tip of John's nose.
Duke The whole person suddenly froze.
He bent over in pain, clutched his stomach with both hands, and fell to his knees with a thud.
The originally angry face instantly twisted Transfiguration, and cold sweat poured out like a waterfall.
"Marge..."
Duke huddled up in pain on the ground, "You... what did you put in the food..."
Bang!
Duke's body exploded directly from the inside out.
Scarlet blood mixed with broken flesh and bone stubble, like a terrifying blood rain, instantly covered the surrounding walls and covered Marge's bloodless face.
Minced meat dripped down Marge's hair.
She stood there, holding the lockbox in her arms, her eyes empty, like a puppet whose soul had been drained.
John, who was standing half a meter away, still maintained the same stance as before.
Biological Force Field blocked all the splashing flesh, blood and organs.
His Stars and Stripes suit was spotless, not even a drop of blood on the tips of his shoes.
John looked at the blurry pool of flesh and blood on the ground, and then looked at Marge whose face was covered in blood.
He opened his legs and walked slowly to the girl.
No obstacles were encountered, nor was there even the slightest resistance.
John stretched out his hand and effortlessly pulled the heavy password box from Marge's arms.
Click.
The metal lock popped open, and John slowly opened the lid of the password box.
There is a glass test tube embedded in the center of the anti-shock sponge. The liquid inside shows a deep dark red color and gently sways on the wall of the tube as John moves.
John stared at the test tube, his hands trembling slightly.
Ten years.
It's been ten years.
Snap.
John Close the lockbox.
He did not look at Marge who was lying on the ground with his face covered in blood, nor did he pay attention to the media outside who were holding up their guns and short cannons.
He bent his knees slightly, and the asphalt pavement beneath his feet cracked instantly.
Boom!
Deafening air waves mixed with smoke and dust rose up from the ground.
The policemen who were waiting outside felt a strong wind pressure rushing towards their faces, forcing them to instinctively close their eyes.
When they opened their eyes again, the shadow of the blond man was nowhere to be seen on the street.
There was only a white sonic boom cloud in the night sky, tearing apart the clouds above New York and heading straight in the direction of Long Island.
Long Island Estate.
There were no big lights on in the living room, only a few dim wall lamps emitting a soft halo.
It's so quiet here that you can only hear the faint hum of the air-conditioning equipment running.
Black Noir held a clean white velvet cloth in his hand. He bent slightly and was carefully wiping the glass hatch of the Cryogenic Chamber in the center of the living room little by little.
Under the bulletproof glass, white air-conditioning wisps linger.
Lynn lay quietly on Gel Pad, with his hands folded on his abdomen.
His face didn't change at all, as if he had taken a nap here.
Black Noir After wiping it, he straightened up and stared at the people inside quietly.
In the past ten years, the children in the Manor have gathered and dispersed. Everyone is desperately looking for things to do outside so that they do not miss this home.
Only Black Noir has remained here, like a silent gravekeeper.
Bang.
Manor The heavy door was violently pushed open from the outside.
John strode in.
The Stars and Stripes cloak he was wearing was still rolling behind him, and his chest was rising and falling slightly.
When Black Noir saw John, the flannel in his hand naturally hung down.
In the past ten years, John suddenly ran back to the Manor in the middle of the night countless times.
Every time he would quietly walk to Cryogenic Chamber, grab a cushion and sit on the floor, staring at Lynn's face through the glass, sitting there all night long.
Sometimes he would talk and complain about the idiots outside; sometimes he would just watch without saying a word.
Black Noir habitually took two steps away, pulled a soft cushion that was originally placed in the corner, and placed it next to Cryogenic Chamber, preparing to make room for John to confide.
But today, John didn't look at the cushion.
He walked straight over Black Noir and strode directly in front of Cryogenic Chamber.
Black Noir frowned slightly under the mask.
He looked at John's outstretched hand and it was trembling slightly.
Tsk--
Along with the sound of the air valve releasing pressure, the glass hatch cover slowly lifted upwards.
The extremely cold white mist that had accumulated for ten years poured out like a waterfall the moment the hatch was opened, spreading along the wooden floor and causing the temperature in the entire living room to suddenly drop to freezing point.
Black Noir's brain went blank for a moment.
He subconsciously wanted to rush up and hold down the hatch cover, thinking that John had been driven crazy by some stimulation.
But as soon as he lifted his steps halfway, he was frozen in place.
Because he saw the thing John was holding in his left hand.
The lockbox was thrown on the carpet by John, with the lid open.
John is holding a glass test tube filled with dark red liquid tightly in his hand.
Black Noir stared at the dark red potion, then looked up at Lynn, whose appearance had not changed in Cryogenic Chamber.
A premonition that made his blood boil and penetrated his heart.
Lynn's wrists were pale and cold, with a frozen blue-purple color underneath the skin.
John took a deep breath and pressed the needle tip against the blood vessel.
The fingers that could easily tear steel apart at ordinary times were actually a little stiff at the moment.
The thumb slowly exerts force.
The dark red liquid was pushed little by little into Lynn's body along the needle.